Treashaaaa. that. is. what. you. are.
As I am coming down from my day, listening to Bruno Mars' new song, Treasure thinking of the treasures (college housemates) I find a cock roach crawling on the adjacent wall... You have GOT to be freaking kidding me. You have got to be kidding me. You have got to be kidding me. Pacing Music on full blast I grab the flimsy broom- the only thing I have as a tool to do the deed first swing I missed ear piecing scream WHERE DID IT GOOO?! reacted by pulling the collar of my t-shirt over my head (I have an irrational fear of insects ambiguously flying around my head and worst, going in my ears) do cock roaches fly???? WHERE IS IT?! I spot it on the floor. broom raised high, curdling screammmmm WACK. "you are my treasha, you are my treasha " is still on full blast playing in the background I cover my mouth ashamed of how loud I screamed and started laughing... with out a doubt I jus...